Aside from the constant drumbeat of her deteriorating health, this is really the first major plot development in a narrative that has otherwise grown pretty stale. This opens up a wide range of possible subplots. Will Clotso fall victim to a predator? Will she get dumped like yesterday's garbage? Will Peetz be on the outs? Is this karatejoe's last rodeo? How will this affect her eating? Her dope consumption?
In some ways, it is a tough story arc to take. There was an awful lot of cringe in her streams yesterday, and full-of-herself Chantal is extremely hard to stomach. But the past year, even by typical Clotso standards, had become pretty mundane and dull, especially since she no longer launches psychotic diets, has boyfriend troubles at home, or goes anywhere. Now at least, things are in motion and unpredictable again.
I have a hard time swallowing that the world's most handsome and charming man has been swept off his feet by a beet-faced, stinking, festering, gunt-dangling ogre. There's gotta be an angle here, and Clotso is too dumb and socially awkward to notice most obvious red flags. And even if he is smitten at first whiff, the long haul is going to be quite a challenge when he discovers whom he is really with. And what about her health, anyway? She has dropped it as a topic completely, yet everything still remains completely unaddressed and exacerbated. So many shoes to drop!
This could blow up in her face a million ways to sundown. It can blow up in Peetz' face. It can blow up in joe's face. Never before have haydurs witnessed something this volatile.
I do think she has abso-fucking-lutely lost what remnants were left of her mind. Not that she has many choices, but the way she is selling herself as fat lady looking for tons of sex and nothing else is going to lead to all kinds of weird trouble for her. Her self-sabotage of her health continues unabated, and she may be headed for financial trouble on top. Weeeeeeee!! Finally, we might have some real stuff to discuss again. I gotta say, writing off ole Clotso is a fool's errand. She always manages to do something utterly wacked-out right when one is ready to give up hope...